Journalists work hard not to be the story. Anecdotal stories are nice yet not very insightful. On Bourdain Day 2023 (which is Sunday), this story is anecdotal, hoping this can inspire others.
Anthony Bourdain kept pouring into my head last month after my long estranged brother passed away. Like Bourdain, the end path to escape this world was sufficiently similar.
I ended up inheriting a few food-related items: some food, a heavy cast iron pan, and a Le Crueset dutch oven. The latter 2 items were on the stove, like they were ready to be used really soon.
When we went through the kitchen, there was a porcelain doll. His friends said her name was Gladys. I said, "oh, after our grandmother." The people in the kitchen didn't know who Gladys was.
Speaking of cast iron pans, I fondly remember Gladys making sausage biscuit gravy in a cast iron pan when we were kids. I didn't even know this existed before she made the dish. The dish was glorious. My mother (daughter of Gladys) was surprised how much we both loved the sausage biscuit gravy. My mother never made that for us, maybe because she knew her version would pale by comparison. I still remember that sausage biscuit gravy with great fondness.
The fact that we held our grandma in high regard is part of the cooking legacy for both of us.
Turns out, my brother and I both loved cooking Italian food despite the fact that neither of us had a drop of Italian blood. We both grew up on Ragu spaghetti sauce and Kraft already grated Parmesan cheese in the green cylinder so we both took great lengths to escape that childhood path. We both learned what a real ragu is in Italy.
My brother was known for making Sunday gravy. This is ironic a bit given that Bourdain Day is on a Sunday this year. A long cooking sauce to break down the connective tissue of the meat in the sauce. That would have been a good memory of cooking in the kitchen.
The Bourdain No Reservations episode in Naples is worth the watch to see an Italian grandma making a Sunday gravy.
The reality is that if I were the one cooking the Sunday gravy, my brother would tell me everything I was doing that was wrong. The definition of "wrong" was doing things differently than how he would make the dish. That would not make such a good memory.
Using his cookware. Eating his food. This will spark thoughts about him as treasures will do. That is a good legacy, whatever our differences might have been.
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The mourning process has as many layers as 3 pieces of baklava stacked up on a plate, even if you are estranged. I love the idea of enjoying his Sunday gravy at the same table with him. A nice Italian loaf made into garlic bread by rubbing a split garlic clove over the bread to fare la scarpetta. That is the act of mopping up every drop of the sauce with the bread.
We both learned that ritual at a homemade Italian restaurant in the small town where we grew up. Not that either of us knew the word scarpetta as kids. I do love that sauce and the memories behind that sauce.
The conversation might have pleasant tones here and there. Most of the conversation would be critical thoughts and observations that unfortunately dominated a lot of conversations we did have. Still, the idea of having homemade Sunday gravy with him would be worth that risk.
The best I can hope for is to make Sunday gravy with that Le Crueset dutch oven and think of my brother. Sure, there would have been criticism of how my version was inferior by comparison. I wouldn't expect any less.
From what we could tell, Anthony had a good relationship with his younger brother, Christopher. Not a perfect relationship but reasonably good. I've been thinking about Christopher, now having a better idea of what he has gone through. A lot of differences and similarities. My sibling likely loved Anthony Bourdain and saw him as a role model. We had that in common, if my assumption is correct. If nothing else, we could have traded our favorite Bourdain adventures over Sunday gravy.
I do promise that I will have good memories every time I use something food-related that belonged to my brother. That is a legacy I can appreciate.
photo credit: me (x3); Instagram Anthony Bourdain